By the time I got home on Monday afternoon, it was dark, windy, and cold. I didn't mind at all, though--the elation of Grace's "thank-you" blowjob warmed me internally. The fact that I had earned $150 and she had actually done more work made it all the better. I smiled at the stars filling the dark night sky as I pulled the trash cans back from the curb to the garage.
Inside, I puttered around for a while and made dinner. Since I had no plans, I changed into sweats and ate in the den. After watching the news, I muted the TV and left it on channel 4 to wait for the football game. To keep myself busy, I fired up the laptop and tried to get on top of the day's grading so it didn't pile up again. As I worked, though, my thoughts drifted back to Grace. I closed my eyes and replayed the vivid images from the afternoon. Her on my lap for the first time, her body warm and supple against mine. Her arms in the air as I pulled her sweatshirt up and off. Her breasts hovering in front of my eager lips. Her mouth encircling my cock for the first time...and for the last time, sucking voraciously as I ejaculated into her mouth. God, that was hot! I thought back to all the times in class last fall that I had snuck a peek at her sweet ass or admired the graceful swell of her breasts under a tight top. Who would have imagined?
My mind was completely switched off of work at that point, but I still had the laptop open. I adjusted my semi-hard cock and closed all the school stuff. Instinctively, I Googled Grace's full name. Wow! At some point in the last few years, she had done some modeling and put together a portfolio. There was nothing too revealing because of her age, but she was beautiful and looked dangerously adult in most of them! Seeing the sparkle a professional had brought out in her eye reminded me of the gleam I saw in her eye when she looked down at me nuzzling her nipples, or when my hands first explored her tight teenage ass.
Damn it! I was hard as a rock again, wishing Grace was here for round two! There was no way to avoid finishing what had already begun, so I carried my laptop into the bathroom. Setting it on the dark stone countertop, I pushed my sweats down below my balls and used the precum already leaking from me to lubricate my hand. I loved the blowjob that I got, but seeing Grace's body and feeling her ass made me want more! I imagined her bent over the kitchen table, sweatpants down around her knees, her angelic face looking back over her shoulder as I thrust into her tight, slippery pussy for the first time...her eyes wide with the sudden intrusion, her fingers clawing the tabletop as I pounded into her...holding her hips tightly as I thrust in all the way and exploded, pulse after pulse of cum scalding her pussy, leaking out around my cock as I held myself inside her...
When my orgasm subsided, I washed and dried my cock and my hands, gathered the laptop, and went back to the den. The game had started, so I grabbed a beer and settled onto the couch.
Halfway through the first quarter, I heard the soft tone that signaled an email on my school account. Since I didn't really care about the outcome of the game, I pulled the laptop close enough to see what the email was. Lindsey!
Dear Steve, (it read)
Thank you so much for your work with Grace today.
She said she worked hard and did very well.
I hope she was sufficiently appreciative.
If possible, could you stop by tomorrow afternoon?
I would like to hear more about the work you did.
Gratefully,
Lindsey
I chuckled all the way through, enjoying her innuendo. I read it again, admiring the careful phrasing. Most of all, I was excited by the prospect of another "motivational" meeting with this enchanting and forthright MILF who was paying me by the hour and pimping me out to her daughter. In for a penny, in for a pound! I thought to myself.
Dear Lindsey, (I wrote)
Thank you for your support with Grace's tutoring--it was greatly appreciated.
I would be happy to stop by after school at 3:00 if that's convenient.
There are several ideas I would like to share with you.
Respectfully,
Steve
The one-line reply came almost immediately:
3:00 is perfect--can't wait to see what you have in mind!
Needless to say, the next day was a blur. I shaved and dressed carefully again, but made my way to Lindsey's house with much more confidence this time at 3:00. I parked in the same spot and made my way to the front door. Before I could knock, it opened six inches. Lindsey's face peeped out.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Hello. My name is Steve Robertson, and I'd like to talk to you about your daughter Grace."
"I'll bet you would!" she said with a laugh, opening the door wider.
To my delight, Lindsey was barefoot and wearing a long, dark blue bathrobe. She looked freshly showered, and dark tendrils of damp hair framed her face beautifully. I've always been a sucker for the fresh-from-the-shower woman, so my heart raced with excitement as I stepped inside. Lindsey closed the door behind me and stood with her back to it, a coy expression on her face.
"Grace will be gone all afternoon..." she said simply. "Now what did you want to talk about?"
I played along. "Well, I wanted to say again how grateful I am that you helped her express her appreciation so thoroughly!"
She snorted. "I'll bet you're happy with that! She told me all about it!"
Even though I knew from yesterday the degree of candor between them, it was a little disconcerting to know that they discussed this.
"I'm always interested in hearing what students have to say about me!" I said in fake-teacher mode. "Why don't we go somewhere and discuss the matter further?"
"Come on, then!" Lindsey said as she grabbed my hand. I followed willingly as she pulled me through the kitchen, down a hallway, and into a ground-floor suite of some kind. The decor was as tasteful and expensive as the rest of the house, and I marveled once again at the size of the place. There was a small entryway, a sitting room, a full bathroom on my right, a kitchenette off the sitting room, and a doorway that clearly led to a spacious bedroom. Jesus, what a setup!
"This is for guests," she said simply. "Would you like some water? Or some wine?"
"Actually," I replied, "a glass of wine would be great. It's been a rough day."
"Go sit on the couch, then, and I'll be right back."
I took off my jacket, hung it on the back of one of the kitchenette stools, and sat down on the broad leather couch. Lindsey came over quickly with two glasses of white wine and sat beside me before passing me one. We clinked glasses without speaking and we each took a sip.
"Now seriously," she said, putting her wineglass down on the coffee table, "here's what happened. I told Grace the other day that you were doing a great job for her and that she better be more appreciative. She tried to blow me off, so I got really mad. I told her that she wasn't a kid any more, and that if she wants to be an independent woman, she's going to have to act like one sometimes."
I didn't say anything. There was something fundamentally wrong with her idea. Is this really a world where women sometimes feel obligated to give blowjobs to express their gratitude? That seemed a little messed up, but then again...I was the beneficiary. Was it hypocritical to complain?
"I guess I wanted to shock her a little bit, too. I mean...she didn't even say thank you! I know it's a little messed up telling my daughter to suck your dick, but I mean, really, what am I even doing? I'm fooling around with you to motivate you to help her even though she's a bad student and a pain in the ass sometimes, right? So maybe my standards aren't exactly normal. But that pissed me off. You actually helped her do something good, and she couldn't even be polite!"
